Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (good books to read in english .txt) 📗

The more he heard it, the surer he became. “Waht arr yoo go-win too doo too mee?”

Her gaze flicked from him to the jungle as if she was considering wriggling away in her restrained state.

“Don’t bother. Even if you did get away, you’d still need me to remove those restraints,” he noted.

Cold, gray eyes met his and the look she gave him could kill a family of mogs with one glance.

She hated him.

Even restrained, she was defiant.

He knew it wasn’t the smoothest of introductions.

It probably looked like he was capturing her to keep her prisoner but he’d had no choice but to tie her arms and legs as he led her to a safer location.

They’d been in the open and, granted that he hadn’t met any spined creatures since passing that invisible scent barrier, he still needed to focus on his surroundings without worrying about her trying to escape.

There was also still the scent of slizz. It was even mixed into her scent, and that was confusing.

Larn hadn’t smelled like slizz at all, so he was sure it wasn’t a similar scent gland her species used.

Unless the female before him was a variation of the same species.

That was something to consider.

Phek.

He suddenly had a lot of things to consider and phek him but he didn’t nearly have enough time.

The Gori would be expecting his return soon.

They’d trusted that he would catch their creature and that he did.

The more he thought about it, the more pissed he became.

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She’d fucked up.

Royally.

Cleo couldn’t even face herself or the situation she’d fallen into.

It wasn't lost on her that she'd been trained for this moment from her very early years.

In primary school, her teachers had been horrified when she'd mentioned the week she'd spent in the wilderness alone.

Which parent would have been mad enough to leave their eight-year-old all alone in the wild?

Thomas Barlow. That's who.

Staring into the dark sky, her brows hurt from the severe frown on her face.

Each morning she woke had been another day added to her freedom and she’d relished it.

This new life had taken some getting used to but she was darned proud of herself.

To let it slip away so easily…

She had to find a way out of this.

She wasn’t dead yet.

In front of her, the blue alien was standing a few meters away.

Right now, he stood scowling at her, unblinking.

And the more time passed, the angrier he seemed to get.

Fuck.

Was he disappointed in his catch or something?

She was pretty sure he was going to walk over and snap her neck at any moment. For that reason, she tried to make herself look as nonthreatening as possible.

It felt like an hour passed and he was still studying her.

What’s worse, Wawa was nowhere to be seen.

He still hadn’t returned.

She could only hope that he wasn’t dead.

Movement in her peripheral vision had her snapping her head toward the alien.

Fear spiked within her immediately.

“Please…” She tried to shuffle backward but that was difficult seeing as he’d put her down on a section of uneven vines. “Whatever you’re going to do, don’t do it.”

The alien paused in front of her.

He was huge; his mere presence was overpowering.

She could still remember the feel of him pressed against her too. Her fucking confused mind didn’t know if it should be enraged or happy that someone had been touching her.

It’d been so, so long since she’d felt the touch of another person.

Even in her panic, the feel of his soft velvety skin had been a little…jarring.

Trying to move back a little more, she raised her bound hands. “If you’re going to kill me, just…” she swallowed.

Just what?

Don’t do it?

Well, that goes without saying…

The alien paused over her.

“Whatever you’re saying, I can’t understand you,” he finally said.

Of course, he couldn’t.

She should have expected as much.

It wasn’t like there were ESL teachers on whatever planet this was.

As he crouched in front of her, she eased away from him a little bit more.

“I was sent here to catch you for the Goris,” he continued. “That was the plan, before I realized you were…this.” He motioned to her body, his anger seething.

This what?

The fact he’d gestured to her body only made her warier. His anger didn’t help either.

She hadn’t forgotten what the orc aliens had been suggesting that time long ago.

She knew enough to know what most aliens did with females that were weaker than they were.

She shuddered to think that her fate was either to be in his bed or dead.

“What am I going to do with you?” the alien mused.

“Cut these ropes, let me go…forget we ever met?” She met his gaze but he couldn’t understand her. Not that she thought it would make a difference anyway.

He was her enemy. He wasn’t going to let her go.

Deep inside, a sense of danger was settling. It was a sort of caution that was there before but now she was looking right at the cause of it.

At best, this guy was only a little psychopathic…

At worst…

Fucking hell…

He really didn’t know what he was going to do with the female.

Sohut spent the greater part of the next few hours deliberating this sudden problem he’d been thrust into.

This wasn’t a situation he’d even considered before embarking on the mission.

He had never thought the creature from a Class Four planet would have been a sentient being.

Once again, he felt a surge of anger and disgust from the fact that the Goris had expected him to overlook that very important detail.

They saw the female before him as an animal.

He knew exactly what that felt like—being seen as even lesser than a person.

His own mor hadn’t even thought he’d been worthy of the gift of life.

If she’d known he’d have come out ill…weak…she would have snuffed out his life while he was still growing within her.

But she’d lost that opportunity and so she’d sold him and his brother when they were only chids.

Life only got worse from there.

Working in the Tasqal mines as a chid, he and his brother were